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8:50 a.m. - Monday, Mar. 19, 2012
Phone call
A drunken conversation: *ring*ring* Me- "hey, what's up?" Him- "did you text me just now?" Me- "... Uh. No. You said you were out of texts till you get more minutes." Him- "oh. Ok. I just thought... Nevermind." Me- "are you ok? You sound real tired. Have you heard from Boss Lady and Boss Man?" Him- "what? No. I don't know. I just woke up and the bedroom light's on." Me- "yeah... You're slurring real bad. It's been storming so the electricity is going off and on, is that what happened?" Him- "no? I woke up wearing my glasses, lights on, still dressed." Me- "when did you go to sleep?" Him- "I haven't yet!" Me- "well you should! You've got to-" Him- "I know. I gotta talk to what's her name. She's not all that." Me- "what? Him- "she's not all that. Don't worry. She ain't got nothing on you." Me- "what are you talking about?" Him- "she's nothin!" Me- "she's gorgeous but that's not even a valid point at the moment..." Him- "she's nothing like you." Me- "you're cute (-_-)." Him- "you're sexy. Real sexy. Always so sexy." Me- "yeah, you're out of it. Go to sleep?" Him- "ok, sexy hotness." Me- "whatever. Stop slurring." Him- "stop being so hot." Me- "sigh." Him- "oh yeah. Hot. And sexy." Me- "sleep." Him- "zzzz... Hm?" Me- "BYE." Him- "kluvyabye. ...sexy." Me- *click*
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